| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Europeans by Henry James: Felix's invitation. He came out of Mr. Wentworth's gate and passed along
the road; after which he entered the little garden of the cottage.
Felix had gone back to his sunset; but he made his visitor welcome
while he rapidly brushed it in.
"I wanted so much to speak to you that I thought I would call you,"
he said, in the friendliest tone. "All the more that you have been
to see me so little. You have come to see my sister; I know that.
But you have n't come to see me--the celebrated artist.
Artists are very sensitive, you know; they notice those things."
And Felix turned round, smiling, with a brush in his mouth.
Mr. Brand stood there with a certain blank, candid majesty, pulling together
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Vision Splendid by William MacLeod Raine: Success comes to the fellow who goes after it in the right way."
"And suppose a fellow doesn't care to go after it?"
"He stays a nobody."
James was in evening dress, immaculate from clean-shaven cheek to
patent leather shoes. He had a well-filled figure and a handsome
face with a square, clean-cut jaw. His cousin admired the young
fellow's virile competency. It was his opinion that James K.
Farnum was the last person he knew likely to remain a nobody. He
knew how to conform, to take the color of his thinking from the
dominant note of his environment, but he had, too, a capacity for
leadership.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte: '"And, indeed," says he, "I've nothing to say to you but what I've
said before. Take the sacrament, of course, and go on doing your
duty; and if that won't serve you, nothing will. So don't bother
me any more."
'So then, I went away. But I heard Maister Weston - Maister Weston
was there, Miss - this was his first Sunday at Horton, you know,
an' he was i' th' vestry in his surplice, helping th' Rector on
with his gown - '
'Yes, Nancy.'
'And I heard him ask Maister Hatfield who I was, an' he says, "Oh,
she's a canting old fool."
Agnes Grey |
